I’ve had many friends throughout my life. But I end up losing almost all of them in the end. Some of them were close to me for a while but turned out to become my greatest enemies.
I’ve met friends from every corner of the country, from big cities to my small hometown. But the more I met new friends, the more I lost my old ones.
Of course, I’ve managed to maintain a few friends who are close to me. But the older I get, the more I understand that sometimes for you to have a happy life, you need to keep your circle small. And through my ups and downs, my mom is the one who has always been there for me.
In this modern generation, I meet so many girls who despise their mothers. Girls who don’t care or share the things going on in their life with their moms. Some even can’t wait to go to college, to get away from their mommas.
And there are some who lie to their mothers and cause nothing but stress for them. They forget that their moms were once young and have plenty of life experience.
But to me, my mom is so important, I love my mother, she has helped me through my dark days and celebrated the good times with me. My mom is the closest person to me. She’s my best friend, and I’m always proud of her.
However, while I was growing up, I had the usual daughter-mother relationship with my mother. My teenage years were high-spirited and wild.
I used to ignore and anger my mother so much, that sometimes we couldn’t even look each other in the eyes. She always wanted me to follow her rules, but I thought I was grown enough to do what I wanted and she couldn’t tell me what to do.
Back then I wanted to be independent of her. I wanted to be on my own, to make my own mistakes, and to learn from them.
But after college, my life changed. I realized that my mom was always right. She was the only one who wished the best for me.
Today my mom is always honest with me, even when I don’t want to hear it. She never tell me lies or sweet-talk me to make me feel better. Instead, she lets me know when I’m in the wrong or when I’m making a fool of myself.
She tells me to my face how sometimes I act recklessly. But it’s only because she wants the best for me. She guides me to correct my mistakes.
She doesn’t entertain my ignorance, but instead, she tells me the truth. No matter how much it hurts, I know she only wants the best for me and she cares what happens me.
She’s the shoulder for me to cry on, the support to hold me up when I’m falling, and the arms that comfort me. Even when I’m going through my worst moments in life, she calls me to offer kind and wise words, advice, sassy remarks, and jokes to life my spirits.
She has shown me the value of hard work, and the importance of good morals. She has also helped me to become an independent woman. She encourages me always to work hard to attain my goals.
When I had my heart broken, she’s the one who comforted me. She has always been my biggest cheerleader. She planned parties for me after I graduated and showered me with gifts after my promotions. My mom is the best of all my friends, and I owe her my life.